23 responses to Talkin’ Food

Some days I want to call up the “My Cat From Hell” guy and have him stage an intervention. Gibbs is a wonderful cat in so many ways, but he gets on a tear with the talking and won’t shut up. That’s when he gets a time out!

Well done! My older male is reliably plaintive about his evening crunchies. The rest of the time, I don’t know what he’s goin on about. Maybe a protest against the wet food, the dog, the absence of trees in the house — No idea.

I was suspecting it was a male cat thing until Dan peeped up about MuMu. I’m lucky that most of the time, Theo shows me what he wants … he’ll sit in front of his food dish, the outside door, or his catnip pad. When he just wants attention, it’s a little more complicated – so I usually start there 🙂

Theo spends the nights downstairs in the basement where he has a bed, a litter box, food and water for the night. He’s only once woken me up meowing during the night.
He was really on a roll so I assumed something was terribly wrong. When I opened the basement door, he tore to the back door. I’m guessing he heard something outside he didn’t like and was off like greased lightning when I decided to let him out.
I never found out what it was that had him bent out of shape, nor did it ever happen again.

Oh I wish I had a basement or spare bedroom. Gibbs’ evening quarters would change in a hurry.
Cats are weird. Gibbs has done the same thing…chasing after ghosts or things we don’t see or hear. Just once, I’d like to know what’s going through their kitty mind when they do that.

His brother, Phineas, lives here and wants to come and visit you…form a duet with Gibbs….make a YouTube…become famous…oh, and maybe you have better food…

Phineas will also “talk back”. And I don’t mean as in a conversation. He is such a chronic teenager. You tell him to stop something and he flips his head in your direction, menacingly, and snarls right back at you!!

Love him!! What a beautiful looking furbaby. Sunscreen, our almost 3 year old feline furbaby is a bit of a talker. He also purrs like Harley Davidson.
After we took his brother Rhubarb to his new home, he wailed for a week’s 🐾 😦

Oh, poor Sunscreen, losing his buddy. I’d wail too if I lost my best friend. As a side note, I used to have a cat named Harley-Davidson. He purred, but not that loud! Harley was more of a sleeper than a talker.